Horrible Timing..

[frisky_watcher]

I sighed as I watched Willow and Oz exit the library. I wondered would we ever get the Willow that we loved back? I don't know if that is a possibility anymore. I do know that one thing is for certain, we had to make her feel as cared for as possible. I just wished that was all I had to be concerned about now

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[pryce_less]

After what was a rather interesting night with Faith, I was now going to the school library. Her slaying methods a little crass, but most effective, her fighting style, more that of a kickboxer, or just a normal pugilist with superpowers, then of a blend of the martial arts.

We had Chinese food and then she was purported to be going home, only after I left her, I got the distinct impression that she might be going back out, and while a cautious slayer was a good slayer, I liked her dedication to her calling.

I walked the halls of the school, ready to tell Rupert Giles the way that things were to be now.

I pushed the doors in, sharply dressed, and adjusted my suit as I walked over to him, a tall man, as he appeared already perturbed with me.

[frisky_watcher]

I sighed, knowing full well who this person standing before me was.

"Bloody hell"

I muttered as I gathered myself the knot still evidant on my head from where Buffy punched me.

"I am to assume you are looking for me?"

[pryce_less]

"Why yes. I'm Wesley Wyndham-Pryce, from the watchers council in London, and you, are Rupert Giles."

I looked at him, confident, smug, knowledged that he had been sacked and that I was here to righ the ship, with both Faith and now Buffy Summers.

"If you could, I would like to see your diaries concerning Buffy Summers, starting with your first entry and if possible, those of Miss Lehane as well."

I wanted to start there and not get into details of his sacking. I took my glasses off happily and polished them with my hanky.

[frisky_watcher]

"I believe we can wait on that matter, first I need a guarantee that you are who you say you are."

I said, stalling as well as loving being difficult. Why should I help him in anyway?

[pryce_less]

He was really quite irritated and I couldn't say that I blamed him, although it was his fault. Still, being disgraced by the Council, from all accounts and things that I had heard, was something that was seldom lived down and I was shocked, indeed that they hadn't actually deported him back to England.

If he was going to continue to be so crass to me, then I guess that I hoped that the Council would, although I wasn't daft. While I wanted the authority and responsibility of handling the position of watcher for both slayers and didn't want to be interfered with in that regard, I did know that it was going to be difficult to have control over Buffy in particular, without Giles' presence.

I remained quiet while he vented. Hoping, knowing that I would not be in the same position as he at some point.

[frisky_watcher]

"I just pray that you know what you are getting into..I will not allow Buffy's life to be put at risk because the council is clueless."

I said firmly as I walked over to my tea kettle and began to prepare some tea. I needed something, anything to relax me.

[pryce_less]

"I assure you, Mr. Giles, I am here to aid the slayers both. I have every desire to make their tenures longer then those of any other slayers, and how wonderful an opportunity, considering that having two at one time has now only happened twice."

I failed to bring up that Kendra had died under his watch, and that it was obvious, although speculatated at the Council, that Buffy had died, albeit it brief, to have Kendra called to her sworn duty.

"If I may ask, Giles, because there is much specualtion in London over this. How was it that Kendra was called? Mr. Zabuto never shared that information with the Council."

[pryce_less]

His anger was utterly appalling and it was bringing out my own anger, but at the Council, we were trained to be cool, which I would be, and which was obviously something that Giles had skippd in his days at the watcher's school.

"You won't allow me to cost you Buffy's like, like you did?"

I asked him this, staring him down. "And since you have so much energy now, Mr. Giles, why don't you rustle up those diaries for me."

[frisky_watcher]

"You haven't a clue, You heard me speak of how she took that decision out of my hands."

I said firmly trying not to bring out all the details of Angelus now, it was none of his bloody business.

[pryce_less]

I di hear him say that, but of course, bringing it up would only bring out the more belligerent Giles, and I found a Brit in this state to be most unseemly.

I took the diaries off of the table and planted them in my suitcase. Well, all that would fit, and te others, I carried by hand.

"I think I can handle things from here with Buffy and Faith, Mr. Giles. Maybe you should go back to indexing some file cards and examining those students who might have overdue book fees."

I smiled at gettin that last jibe in and walked towards the swinging doors of this creepy library.

[frisky_watcher]

I muttered under my breath, didn't totally mean it, but muttered it none the less.

"May Angelus eat you"

I then returned to what I was doing before...though I wasn't getting much done due to my anger. I wondered if he heard what I said